I'M SORRY. YOUR SANDWICH EXCEEDS
THE REQUIRED 6CM IN WIDTH,
- I THINK HE'S UP THE CHIMNEY.
- RIGHT...
AND IT'S LOVELY TO BE HERE, TOO.
ONCE AGAIN, YOU'VE MADE ME LOOK
AN IDIOT IN FRONT OF REAL PEOPLE.
SO DON'T GO OFF
WORRYING UNNECESSARILY.
OH, GOD! WHAT DOES HE WANT NOW?
I ORDERED SOME NEW STUFF FOR
THE HOUSE, GET RID OF THIS OLD TAT.
FATHER? CUP OF TEA?
COULD YOU TAKE
THE EIGHT O'CLOCK AT ALL??
WELL, FATHER, BEST OF LUCK.
NO. HE HAS TO STAY HOME
SO MRS DOYLE CAN COME OUT.
HE KNOWS. DON'T TELL HIM!
TED! I'VE BEEN THINKING!
ABOUT THE TEAMASTER!
DID YOU NOT HAVE ALL THAT
AT YOUR LAST PARISH?
- WHAT?
- DOUGAL! PUT ON THAT MUSIC!
HA HA HA HA.
HAS BAKED A JUMPER IN THE CAKE.
- NO!
- WHAT KIND OF AIR DO YOU PUT IN?
YOU KNOW, I DON'T WANT
TO JUMP TO ANY CONCLUSIONS
ABOUT REACHING A CROSSROADS
IN MY LIFE?
WHY?
WE SHOULD LEAVE HIS CHAIR
IDLE FOR A WHILE.
IT WAS WORSE. SHE WAS SAYING FU...
AND FROM IRELAND,
BISHOP LEONARD BRENNAN.